In Indianola, you see him everywhere. His name. His number. His face.
But it’s not what you see that makes you marvel at how a man, so young, could accomplish so much. It’s what you hear.
Only a man like Chris Street could leave a lifetime worth of memories in a town he only lived in for three years.
This January marks the 20th anniversary of Chris Street’s death. 20 years. He left us before any of the kids at Indianola High were even born.
They didn’t know him. But they know all about him.
It seems every January we see an article reminding us of the day Chris Street died. But those in Indianola remind each other every single day. Not about the way he died, but about the way he lived.
In this town, Chris Street was, is, and always will, be larger than life.